An ode to a crusty wank sock I found behind my bed
Oh crusty wank sock
You were my favourite
For one night
You were trusted
With my most intimate part
As well as being relied upon to clean everything up quite well
Now you are so far away
We may never see each other again
But if we do
You will be pumped full of my angry jizz like a one-fingered glove filled with porridge
Amen
This is just regular Vogon poetry.
It's too short, not even 30 minutes long
They’re not all classics.
If read out loud at the correct speed with adequate wailing it should easily cover more than 30 minutes!
I'm weirdly unsure why, but it totally made me laugh
Do Americans actually do this? Like don't you have tissues? And isn't it gross? Or is this some weird circumcision thing again?
I suspect multiple countries probably have socks, and wank into them even though they also have access to tissues. I bet there is funding available to study this and someone should (after they wash their hands).
I think that’s a better ending for them than being attacked and eaten alive by a woman’s immune system.
Either way, they all die. There's no uproar before that
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